Headin' out the bar it's a quarter past ten
A thousand beers deep and I'm out of my head again
I go to the glove box, and I try to sober up
Reach for that bag, break it out and take a bump
And I need a little help from those white lines
I sniffed out the booze now I'm ready for my drive
Windows down on the backroads I'm going 75
I stop for a tall boy to balance out the blow
Look in my mirror and I saw that glow
And I double crossed the white lines
I fumbled on the roadside and failed all my tests
I couldn't walk a straight line, I even bumped my head
As I was cuffed the cop said you know what time it is
I'll bring you back to prison you can visit your friends
And I failed to walk his straight line
Slammed me in the car holding the back of my head
Sat me down and booked me, even took my fingerprints
In the cell I've been so many times on before
Said what's up to Bubba and the jailer shut the door
And I am doing the hard time
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Headin' out the bar it's a quarter past ten
A thousand beers deep and I'm out of my head again
I go to the glove box, and I try to sober up
Reach for that bag, break it out and take a bump
And I need a little help from those white lines
I sniffed out the booze now I'm ready for my drive
Windows down on the backroads I'm going 75
I stop for a tall boy to balance out the blow
Look in my mirror and I saw that glow
And I double crossed the white lines
I fumbled on the roadside and failed all my tests
I couldn't walk a straight line, I even bumped my head
As I was cuffed the cop said you know what time it is
I'll bring you back to prison you can visit your friends
And I failed to walk his straight line
Slammed me in the car holding the back of my head
Sat me down and booked me, even took my fingerprints
In the cell I've been so many times on before
Said what's up to Bubba and the jailer shut the door
And I am doing the hard time
A thousand beers deep and I'm out of my head again
I go to the glove box, and I try to sober up
Reach for that bag, break it out and take a bump
And I need a little help from those white lines
I sniffed out the booze now I'm ready for my drive
Windows down on the backroads I'm going 75
I stop for a tall boy to balance out the blow
Look in my mirror and I saw that glow
And I double crossed the white lines
I fumbled on the roadside and failed all my tests
I couldn't walk a straight line, I even bumped my head
As I was cuffed the cop said you know what time it is
I'll bring you back to prison you can visit your friends
And I failed to walk his straight line
Slammed me in the car holding the back of my head
Sat me down and booked me, even took my fingerprints
In the cell I've been so many times on before
Said what's up to Bubba and the jailer shut the door
And I am doing the hard time
Writer: Jonathan Russo
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